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‘When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you’

-Friedrich Nietzsche-

Again his mind was flooded with a strange sense of emptiness, an eerie calm that he himself couldn’t quite figure out as he stared down into the eyes of the woman beneath him. They were puffy, filled with a watery substance (Tears?) and stared blankly up at the ceiling, never quite looking at him directly. His hands were cramped when he loosened his grip suddenly. A sharp intake of air was heard. Colour flushed back into the woman’s face. He blinked…only then realizing where he was.

They were both naked, himself being propped on top of her had given him the impression they had just had sex. He would have thought otherwise were it not for the scent of sweat still hanging in the air. He was panting heavily alongside her now. Without his glasses his vision was shit, and he hand to fumble to find them on the nightstand. He hissed with pain, another cramp in his hand.

Working the soreness out, he looked back down at the woman. She was so still for a moment he thought her dead, and smacked her face lightly for confirmation, nothing. He smacked her again, this time with slightly more force. He could see a small, pink marking begin to show itself on her cheek as her head lolled to one side. But this time, she took in a breath. From the look of her she was very dazed, and blinked the remaining tears out of her eyes before noticing him.

Her reaction was one of a strange calm as she shifted herself to prop on the pillows behind her. Her throat felt sore and he noticed bruising already starting to show. His hand reached out to gently stroke it with his fingers. She flinched and cleared her throat. Her voice was croaky.

”A little rough this time, love.”

Her voice snapped him out of his trance and he gazed down at her, remembering how wonderful she had felt between his legs.

“I thought you preferred it that way,” he whispered lightly tweaking one of her breasts. She sucked in a breath, biting her lower lip. Her reaction made his spine tingle in delight. Oh, the things he would love to do to her.

Kneeling, his breath teased her neck, lightly kissing and sucking at the deepest part of the bruise. A small cry escaped her parted lips but he did not let up. He cradled the back of her head with his hand, keeping her still. She was crying again from the pain…but even then she did not tell him to stop.

“Mm, you’re so beautiful, Elizabeth,” he hissed in her ear. He may as well have been a crocodile the way he had sounded. Perhaps there were some truth to his words, he did find her rather attractive, but these thoughts were often coupled with the desire to see her gutted. He had to put those thoughts aside in moments like this. He couldn’t surprise her with that just yet.

With a sigh she rested against his chest. Her body was still trembling from their little routine. They weren’t married, and if such a thing ever did get out shame would follow her forever, but right now she could have cared less. As long as she put on a good face for the public who cares who she had in her bed at night?

She snuck her own kiss at the side of his mouth. His eyes had gone blank again…they often did, especially after nights like this.

“Hm? Frederick…..Tom?”

She saw his mouth twitch. He hated being called ‘Tom’. But at least it got him to look at her again. He shifted his weight until they were laying side by side. The sheets felt cool even in the muggy air of them room. His hands kept playing at her neck, but she pulled away. The pain was starting to get to her. He tucked his hands at his sides even as his fingers twitched, unable to sit still.

“I hope I’m not pregnant,” her voice broke the stillness between them.

He stared at her in the darkness. For a moment Elizabeth was reminded of a strange, lifeless corpse before he finally blinked.

“If you are then whose fault is that…hm?”

Elizabeth paused, feeling slightly stung.

“Surely both of ours…everyone knows you don’t make a baby on your own.”

The tone in her voice made his eyes squint with a glare. Even in the darkness she saw it and it terrified her.

“Are you suggesting I would be partly responsible? Surely if a woman wills herself not to be pregnant then it will be so….”

The chilled tone made her shiver. She found herself eased back from him just a little. Why was he so angry?

“Are you afraid of losing your job? I highly doubt that would happen to you...” Her tone had softened as she tried appeasing him.

“No, but getting the owner of a whore-house pregnant, even an upper class one, would not sit well on my conscience. I hope for your sake you’re not.”

These words made a bad taste come into her mouth and she found she couldn’t look at him anymore. By the time she opened her eyes again she noticed he was sleeping. Suddenly the sight of him like this was eerie, and she got the strange feeling he could still see her even from behind closed lids. Another jolting shiver crept down her spine.

With that not so veiled threat looming in her mind, she too, drifted off to sleep. But it was a more restless one as she kept having dreams of him pinned above her, completely wreathed in shadow, with a bloodied knife poised right at her throat…

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‘When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you’

-Friedrich Nietzsche-

Again his mind was flooded with a strange sense of emptiness, an eerie calm that he himself couldn’t quite figure out as he stared down into the eyes of the woman beneath him. They were puffy, filled with a watery substance (Tears?) and stared blankly up at the ceiling, never quite looking at him directly. His hands were cramped when he loosened his grip suddenly. A sharp intake of air was heard. Colour flushed back into the woman’s face. He blinked…only then realizing where he was.

They were both naked, himself being propped on top of her had given him the impression they had just had sex. He would have thought otherwise were it not for the scent of sweat still hanging in the air. He was panting heavily alongside her now. Without his glasses his vision was shit, and he hand to fumble to find them on the nightstand. He hissed with pain, another cramp in his hand.

Working the soreness out, he looked back down at the woman. She was so still for a moment he thought her dead, and smacked her face lightly for confirmation, nothing. He smacked her again, this time with slightly more force. He could see a small, pink marking begin to show itself on her cheek as her head lolled to one side. But this time, she took in a breath. From the look of her she was very dazed, and blinked the remaining tears out of her eyes before noticing him.

Her reaction was one of a strange calm as she shifted herself to prop on the pillows behind her. Her throat felt sore and he noticed bruising already starting to show. His hand reached out to gently stroke it with his fingers. She flinched and cleared her throat. Her voice was croaky.

”A little rough this time, love.”

Her voice snapped him out of his trance and he gazed down at her, remembering how wonderful she had felt between his legs.

“I thought you preferred it that way,” he whispered lightly tweaking one of her breasts. She sucked in a breath, biting her lower lip. Her reaction made his spine tingle in delight. Oh, the things he would love to do to her.

Kneeling, his breath teased her neck, lightly kissing and sucking at the deepest part of the bruise. A small cry escaped her parted lips but he did not let up. He cradled the back of her head with his hand, keeping her still. She was crying again from the pain…but even then she did not tell him to stop.

“Mm, you’re so beautiful, Elizabeth,” he hissed in her ear. He may as well have been a crocodile the way he had sounded. Perhaps there were some truth to his words, he did find her rather attractive, but these thoughts were often coupled with the desire to see her gutted. He had to put those thoughts aside in moments like this. He couldn’t surprise her with that just yet.

With a sigh she rested against his chest. Her body was still trembling from their little routine. They weren’t married, and if such a thing ever did get out shame would follow her forever, but right now she could have cared less. As long as she put on a good face for the public who cares who she had in her bed at night?

She snuck her own kiss at the side of his mouth. His eyes had gone blank again…they often did, especially after nights like this.

“Hm? Frederick…..Tom?”

She saw his mouth twitch. He hated being called ‘Tom’. But at least it got him to look at her again. He shifted his weight until they were laying side by side. The sheets felt cool even in the muggy air of them room. His hands kept playing at her neck, but she pulled away. The pain was starting to get to her. He tucked his hands at his sides even as his fingers twitched, unable to sit still.

“I hope I’m not pregnant,” her voice broke the stillness between them.

He stared at her in the darkness. For a moment Elizabeth was reminded of a strange, lifeless corpse before he finally blinked.

“If you are then whose fault is that…hm?”

Elizabeth paused, feeling slightly stung.

“Surely both of ours…everyone knows you don’t make a baby on your own.”

The tone in her voice made his eyes squint with a glare. Even in the darkness she saw it and it terrified her.

“Are you suggesting I would be partly responsible? Surely if a woman wills herself not to be pregnant then it will be so….”

The chilled tone made her shiver. She found herself eased back from him just a little. Why was he so angry?

“Are you afraid of losing your job? I highly doubt that would happen to you...” Her tone had softened as she tried appeasing him.

“No, but getting the owner of a whore-house pregnant, even an upper class one, would not sit well on my conscience. I hope for your sake you’re not.”

These words made a bad taste come into her mouth and she found she couldn’t look at him anymore. By the time she opened her eyes again she noticed he was sleeping. Suddenly the sight of him like this was eerie, and she got the strange feeling he could still see her even from behind closed lids. Another jolting shiver crept down her spine.

With that not so veiled threat looming in her mind, she too, drifted off to sleep. But it was a more restless one as she kept having dreams of him pinned above her, completely wreathed in shadow, with a bloodied knife poised right at her throat…

END